Samus Request by Genghis

Write t/h/read request 4 - Written by Genghis

Samus Request

Samus knew the bar's type from the outside, long before that familiar smell of a dive bar for federation marines rushed up her nose. There's always one a station in the more distant systems and they look like repurposed prefab-barracks – often they are. The beer still isn't cheap, though. The price has been carefully set so that a marine can knock himself out with a week's pay, which they're more than happy to part with. The lightweights will even have enough left for a hooker afterwards.

She had her ship docked, but her hunt wasn't over yet. After an orbital station blown to hell, one ship tracked and chased down, and one dead mark rotting somewhere in the fringes of the galaxy, she was still on the prowl. Five weeks of tracking and a ship to live in. Hers has everything but one thing she needs and that she can find behind the bar door.

She dipped her head down out of habit, clearing the doorframe. Straightening herself out again, she turned her head at the counter close from the door. With her cargo pants, boots and loose jacket, Samus appeared almost convincing enough to be one of the regular clientele.

The bartender turned around and looked up as Samus pressed her arm down to the counter. ”No soliciting on the premises.”

She folded both her arms to the counter and leaned down on it, bringin her head closer to the man's level. ”You even know what that word means?”

”No whoring in my bar. I've had it with paying the admins off. Now, get the fuck out before the boys see you and stop drinking because they think their luck has turned. They'll find you just fine after closing time.”

”I'm not here to whore.”

”Yeah, and I'm not fleecing these sorry fucks out of their pay one weekend at a time. Out.”

The look in her eye turned into a glare and Samus turned her body so that the man could see the holster inside her jacket. ”You'll pour me a shot of vodka. You'll do that because I'm no whore, but someone who can be very nasty when she doesn't get what she wants.”

”Shit, lady, it's on the house.” He nodded and reached for the bottle, eager for an excuse to not hold her gaze. ”Don't get a lot of new faces passing through here and I've had to shoo the corner girls away ever since the admins wanted their cut from that pie. Excuse me for assuming your profession, but with your appearance being on the easier side...”

”Apology accepted.” She downed the shot. ”Another.”

”Gladly. Now, what brings you here, then? You don't look like one of the dykes on the base.”

”Bounty hunting, but I'm still here to fuck.”

”What?”

She emptied her glass a second time. Saying it out loud made it feel that much worse. Five weeks. She decided to punch the bartender out should he say another word and marched off to the bar, leaving him gawking. The vodka worked fast, taking off the edge of the bar's smell. It put no rosy tint on her surroundings, which remained as shitty as ever. Not that it mattered, when she'd come to the right place for what she needed.

It was quiet, but tired laughter carried over from one table. She walked up to the two men, easily catching their attention as she approached.

One of the men wiped his mouth his fist and settled back, leaning against the wall. ”Sorry girl, we're drinking our last bits here.”

”Shoulda come 'round earlier… but hey, didn't the boss run you lot out?”

”When was the last time a non-working girl walked in here?” Samus asked.

”Shit… two months ago?”

”Nah, she was a whore. Jenkins just didn't want to admit it.”

”Then I've got no fucking idea. You're not one?”

”No. That bastard behind the counter took some convincing.”

”Yeah, he's had to kick them out. Sure you heard why. Shit sucks. Can't even get our dicks sucked while having a few beers anymore.”

”That bad?” Samus asked.

”Girl, I'd bite, but we're out. Barely had enough to buy this round.”

Samus twisted the sole of her foot against the floor. ”Careful. The girl might think you're still calling her a whore.”

”Wait, so you're really not-”

”I've been tracking for five weeks. You think I'd be stopping by in this shithole of a station if I was willing to wait until I get to the first actual colony?”

That confounded the duo. One emptied his pint and the other stared blankly at her, forgetting his own. ”Holy fucking shit… you're Aran.”

”Yeah, and you're are coming with me.” She stepped by him and grasped his groin with a firm hand and a grip that could easily become either pleasurable or painful. ”Got a third one you could call in?”

 ”I...” He flinched from the intensity of her touch. ”Think so.”

”Get him here.” Samus loosened her grip and she pushed the palm of her hand against his cock, rubbing it until she felt it harden enough for her to grasp it between her fingertips. She held her fingers against the outline and knelt down to open up his heavy pants.

She only opened them enough to yank the underwear down and grab the cock into her hand. Any more would've been the kind on of finery and bullshit that she didn't have the time or interest for. Her tongue slobbered on his cock, prodding and smearing her saliva on it until it soon swelled rigid against her cheek.

”Holy shit...” The man gasped.

Samus didn't listen. She sucked on the cock with every bit of horniness the five lonely weeks had left her. She needed the taste on her tongue to calm her body and reassure the tingling down in her pussy that it would soon be extinguished. The man twitched. Samus knew what was coming before he mumbled it on his lips. Her lips ran up and down the length and her tongue pressed against the cock, jaw forced wide open in anticipation.

He came with a muffled groan, hands squeezing shut from the sensation of her tongue on his glans. Cum spilled onto her tongue and Samus pulled back, letting it all pool into her tongue, sucking it out as she best could. The taste – the divine taste she'd longed for. It would be so good to finally have that heat and texture smeared all over her holes.

”Not a pro, huh?” The bartender stood behind her and held a baton in his hands. ”Never seen a girl work a man over that fast, I'll give you that.”

The man yet to get his cock sucked spoke up. ”Hey, she's no whore. The fuck would we pay her with, anyway?”

”What, she's some crazy slut? I don't give a fuck, she's getting out n-” Samus' kick shut the bartender up in a blink. The length of her feet gave her the kind of reach the bartender had no hope of avoiding. Her boot arced through the air and smashed to the side of his neck. He fell like a broken pillar, not quite dead.

Samus nudged his body with her foot, wiped the one drop of cum she's spilled onto her lip and swallowed it all down with a loud gulp. ”You boys ready to go? And is your friend ready yet?” She turned back at the two men.

”Told him to wait outside, yeah,” replied the man with his cock hanging out. Her icy look reminded him of the fact, and he fumbled with his clothing to get it back on.

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”Don't touch anything. It'll just zap you if try. Besides...” She opened up her belt and let her heavy cargo pants fall down to her ship's floor. ”Why would you want your hands on anything but me?”

A short top than ran just underneath her chest. Under the chiseled muscle of her toned stomach her thin underwear stuck tight to her skin. She took the men by their hands, leading one on each her side to the almost-throne like chair that doubled as her pilot's seat and bed. Backing up, she slid down into it with ease, spreading her legs wide and trailing her hands down the men's bodies.

They offered their cocks to her and she licked them vigorously in turn, coaxing them to their full length with lashes of her experienced tongue and caresses of her firm fingers. She moaned with a mouth full of cock as the third man slid between her feet and cupped her ass in his hands to pull her underwear away.

Samus felt the touch of air on her moist pussy. The man bowed his head, ready to taste her, but she stopped him with a stern command. ”No. Don't waste my time. Fuck me.” She spread her legs apart as far as they'd go, nudging her hips upward to show the parted lips of her waiting pussy to him.

He climbed onto her, clumsy and unused to a woman her size, but eager nonetheless. The rush of anticipation gripped Samus and she took her excitement out on the cocks she served, taking them deep to the back of her mouth one after the another. She squealed with pleasure when a cock finally penetrated her. Her hands fell away from the cocks and she held the man's back, pushing his head down to her chest and barking words of encouragement in his ear. He needed none, but she said them still, and soon he hurriedly came inside her.

Samus had little time to bask in the glow of that wonderful feeling of dripping cum all over from her pussy. The next man was on her before she could tell him to fuck her like a common whore. He wasn't as eager as the first, taking his time with slow and deep thrusts that truly set her going. She shouted at him for more, harder, but he did as he liked, smirking at her. He left her at the precipice, just short of her first orgasm from a real cock in five weeks.

The third one didn't scoff at the mess of cum in her pussy. He took her hard, so hard that she didn't need to shout at him to fuck her harder. Samus only moaned like a whore, her voice rising higher and louder with the pace of his thrusts. Sweaty, dirty, leaking cum, she came with a scream and laid back weakly, unable to utter a coherent word as the man dumped his cum in her.

The men stood by her, unsure of what to do, watching her recover quickly. The first one she'd taken was slowly swelling full again. Samus bit her lip, moaning like the dirtiest slut and flashing him a whore's look. She took him by the hand and yanked him close. He laid himself atop her again, but in a flash she rolled herself on top of him and pressed him firmly down. Cum still dripped out of her as she guided his cock inside her and pressed her thighs down on him. Samus leaned forward, offering her tits to the man beneath her, and reached back to look over her shoulder. She grabbed her ass, groping the firm cheek in her hand and showing off her asshole with a look in her eyes told what she needed.

A cock slid into her ass after a heavy, slow push. Crying out she gestured the third man over and grasped his cock in her hand. Bouncing on the cocks in her pussy and ass she could do little to suck on the cock in her mouth. She welcomed the heavy grip on her hair as the man began to fuck her face. The men fucked her in heavy hole, the feeling of penetration turning into blur. One would cum, take his cock out and then soon shove it in again without caring which hole it had been in. She lost count of the loads. They had to be a dozen at least – a dozen loads of thick cum in her holes, spilling from her ass, dripping from her pussy and smearing her face with a mixture of fluids so thick that the smell drove mad with desire.

Samus laid down on her stomach, powerless and spent, panting to regain her breath. She pushed herself up and offered her violated rear, almost collapsing onto her face in the mess of fluids that covered everything. ”Haah… c'mon boys, I don't think I've had my money's worth yet...”

They took her, spitroasting her from the back and front. She gagged on their forceful thrusts, every hit on her fit ass forcing her down to the base on the cock in her mouth. Happily falling into a daze, Samus began what remained of her stamina fade away. She'd worked them into a fury, and she loved how they made her their cocksleeve. Collapsing down onto her stomach with her cheek against the seat and her limbs flat beside her, she moaned deliriously as the men satisfied themselves with whichever hole they wished. Her widened and cum-soaked holes took the length and girth of their cocks with no effort on her part.

Soaked with cum like a rag, Samus laid on her face in a puddle of cum, her hair matted through, mumbling a few incoherent words as the men left her. Before drifting away into unconsciousness, she thought of how much more fun she could have when she did make it to the first real colony.